Je M'Appelle J. Cousteau

I was there at the cattle fair

Where lump fairies swear at glories far beyond the fabric that she wears

He said 'do you want a chair?'

I'd join him anywhere!

A hole in ground in this theater I found

J.C.'s infernal horde

They caper, they banter, forming human pyramids

All to please their infernal lord

Woah! His name is Jacques Cousteau

A pussy and I know you know

I know you know and there he goes

He goes and grows, oh gosh he knows

Aboard the Calypso

The foam beside and a burly sea to ride

All spell goodness for the master of the whirling pimple tide

He tried and pried until the rusty hinges sighed

Then he stepped inside

He found her there swimming in her seaweed hair

Looking vaguely like a lover who had hung herself with underwear

Phosphorescent green and the sex act made obscene

In Jacques' galleon of hatred this wrinkled Frenchman is a

Living god!!!

Cousteau you know where the dying dolphins go

And the wasteland ever growing never slowing till it's far below

Put it on your TV show

And let the humans know!!!